Back in high school, there was this one fella who was quite unlucky. In our first gym class, some bully dropped his pants in front of everyone and his underwear fell off as well. This incident earned him the nickname tiny dicky Ricky for the entire time he went to our school. The sad reality is that teenagers are mean and do not forget. He was a sweet kid, but the poor guy got so bullied. Even when he finally had a girlfriend, she broke up with him and sent everyone a picture of his cock.
Fast forward to my first party in college, when I arrived I immediately recognized him. I hadn’t though about him in years, but seeing again reminded me of how little I did to help him out back in the days. So I went to talk to him and I quickly realized how terrified he was to talk to a women, especially someone who knew about his past. So unfortunate too, because he was really good looking, bright blue eyes and curly blond hair definitely my type. Don’t get me wrong those 15 minutes were just about the most awkward conversation I had in my life, he was completely clueless as to how to flirt. I got ourselves drinks and asked him if we could go somewhere a little quieter. I had to make amends and give back some confidence to this young man.